Of Longings and Landings

OF LONGINGS AND LANDINGS

You as these clouds have structure, shadows.  I drift as a man lost above this landscape and feel the light of your candle.  Depth and definition cast across the softness of you.  I will tell you of the different areas of temperature, tension I feel through my palms. 

Do you see through this window.  The secret knowledge of your skin, suddenly exposed to the air.  Like your back, this Shield country.  Forest trees and ancient granite.  Lakes spread out below me.  If I poured water on you, there would be lakes.

In flight as in love I am often afraid.  Yet watch as today I float, the clouds around me your chaotic gentleness.  I descend from the sky.  By your candle, or in sun.  But in trust.

© 1998 J. Popowich